WORLDS COLLIDE 8.8

Fleas peered through the crack and waited patiently. The troll behind him said nothing. They were a quiet species, who appreciated the silence, the sound of the wind slowly eroding the structures, the movement of the earth imperceptible to the non-patient, and the sunrise and sunset.

Pli walked past him and gave him a light tap on the shoulder as a final sign of friendship. He was followed by a small retinue of slaves who had left the safety of the sewers. As they had suspected, the movement called out to the guards, who gathered around them. Fleas did not hear the voices; if all went according to plan, he would explain that they wished to speak to the Emperor about the treat he had offered. After an exchange of words, the slaves were led away.

"Now," the troll said after waiting a while. He felt the earth around him and knew when there were no humans around.